Intuitive Life Coach
By Haevn
(Listen to WE ARE by HAEVN for enhanced reading pleasure.)
(Photo captured while riding the train through Oregon, USA –Nix)
approached through whispers
with gradual ease
the whispers strengthened their calling
acknowledged the voice beneath the unchanged
the voice prevailed
fear fastened when I answered
camouflage was seen
the illusion poured into trenches
who I am
before I die
sobering abstractions
for the rest of my days
Be well
By Blackchords
( Listen to Raise My Hands by Blackchords to enhance your reading pleasure.)
Fleeting, a life’s journey, as existence curtails in length
Legacy submerged by Time, as energy persists with vigor
For those who dwell within this blood, to create what cannot be destroyed
The burden lifts with surrender
As I breathe this air…
Be well.
by Sierra Eagleson
(Listen to In the Air Tonight by Sierra Eagleson for enhanced reading pleasure.)
Photograph released by the Lovely Liz https://elizabethromano.com/index.html
Melancholy
a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause
My hearing moves with the song In The Air Tonight. My eyes focus toward the blurred vision of the photograph.
The gentle, yet profound impression of the piano curls through my bones.
The aura of lustful lights halo the dimming sky.
Melancholic mountains have been uprooted.
My veins are exposed.
Opportunity has never gone unnoticed.
My heart has never been beaten out of rhythm.
This silence I speak does not equate to my absence.
I return to myself, as light returns to time.
Time returns me to you.
The movement of piano keys glide without flaw.
I am the breath between each key.
I focus toward the unfocused.
Melancholy, within a halo of lights.
Be well.
by Moby and Cold Specks
(Listen to A Case for Shame by Moby and Cold Specks for enhanced reading pleasure.)
I dance without judgement like a child may dance without care.
I have lived experience. I move with resilient, tragic beauty.
A quiet energy travels through my vessel, as I make waves with the ground.
Vision is found in a third eye, as I fall blind to four walls.
Peace is a Release from bounding illusions.
Fulfill your thirst with my tears of fulfillment.
I am an entirety, as my body is a tangible messenger of freedom.
Accumulation of lifetime moments leapt to this carpet floor. Humility moves with a sway.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
(A Place Not Tame)
(Not a Case For Shame)
Be well.
by Vega Trails
(Listen to Love Your Grace by Vega Trails for enhanced reading pleasure.)
Photo captured by The Lovely Liz https://elizabethromano.com/index.html
Strings of Base
Profoundly Speak
Air without turbulence
No Endings I may
Greet
Beginnings
Placed Perfectly
beside
Strings of Base
not Aware
of which Surrounds
Me
As a Moment
Claims their
Space
(As the Song Title whispers, be here to Love Your Grace)
Be well.
by Cowboy Junkies
(Listen to Sweet Jane by Cowboy Junkies for enhanced reading pleasure.)
Sweet Jane permits me a breath.
Anxiety at last bears a name.
Jane.
Jane is afraid of the dark, but not afraid of the night sky.
Jane suffers from the absence of comfort, like a baby stranded from warmth.
Jane is young, like a child. The size of the World is incomprehensible.
Jane has never been soothed by the Light.
Jane shakes me awake each morning, as she gasps for air.
Jane has known that not all people are good. She is not naive.
Jane is brave. Jane is wise. Jane has provided me with protection.
I speak with Jane.
I tell her that there is no need to be afraid.
I invite Jane to be my friend, as she has felt all alone.
Jane holds my hand. It’s the first time she has touched warmth.
I will not leave you behind, Jane.
Walk with me.
Be well.
by Black Pumas
(Listen to Colors by Black Pumas for enhanced reading pleasure.)
-Take me to the other side where the bitty blues birds flies- Black Pumas
I experience overwhelming sensations, like a burn onto the skin.
The remedy for this burn exists within my own psyche.
I question why the NOW is a place I rarely visit.
My thoughts are without organization, for the files are illegible.
Calmness is a distant destination.
I board the flight of my mind.
A breath to restore consciousness underneath my wings.
With utmost importance, I am sober inside my body.
I understand my thoughts will be absorbed, discharged.
I want to let go, like a death.
Inevitable is a Truth.
I want to hold on, like a life.
Facing the Inevitable.
I close the files.
Be well.
by Radiohead
(Listen to Reckoner for enhanced reading pleasure.)
Breath enhances my living experience.
I’ve been here before within the Cycle of Time.
Ends gone untied may find their closure.
With our Silence, we may consume each other.
Out there, can be cold.
Darkness relevant to those fallen ill.
Light elevates the volume against Injustice.
The listeners will hear.
The listeners will hear.
Be well.
by Ravid
(Listen to Alma by Ravid to enhance your reading pleasure.)
The art of the written word is an art of stillness.
Focus is a need, in this moment of time. My mind feels scattered like confetti being thrown into the wind.
Breath comes naturally, yet is shallow like a thirsty creek.
I think of what thoughts will hold me, as I wear a life vest for support.
I review my consumption of this morning. Decaffeinated tea would have been a more appropriate option.
I need to give my entire being a massage, as I feel twisted like chords wrapped together.
Engaging with linear activities would provide me with the focus I am searching for.
I adjust myself slowly, as I ride with training wheels.
Going with the flow will never be me, just as the color yellow will never be the color blue.
I am sensitive to stimuli, almost like an allergy.
Yet, here I am and here I go.
Be well.
by Morcheeba
(Listen to Part of the Process by Morcheeba to enhance your reading pleasure.)
I think of Warrior Pose. My vision pierced past my fingertips.
I may activate grounding at any chosen time.
I need introspection like the sky needs the Moon.
I have the ability to validate myself. The scene outdoors may wait.
Business is mine to mind.
Stillness is a practice. I engage with the practice of stillness. All that is perfect may find me. All of which I need is not a burden.
My solitude is my keeper.
Be well.
Elements of Will 